Thursday, 10 November 2011













Watching BBC's breathtaking Frozen Planet, I have to pinch myself as I recall that I once spent a night shivering alone in a tent after landing on this beach ....














And that I am the girl who once danced on an iceberg.

Sometimes I lie in bed at night and remember the colours of the ice -

And I wonder if one day I will ever have the chance to go there again.

12 comments:

Toffeeapple said...

Oh, story please? Alone? How?

mary said...

Toffeeapple, I mustn't exaggerate how intrepid I was. I was in my little tent ... but there were other little tents within yelling distance! Still, I'd only ever been camping once before in the Lake District so it was quite intrepid for me!

Sue said...

Wow!

mary said...

I think it was the biggest wow of my life, Sue.

Lucille said...

Please tell!

kristina said...

How amazing! K x

A Trifle Rushed said...

Gosh! I really envy you, how exciting!

mary said...

Lucille, I have to own up - It was the best holiday ever, the ambition of my life that I'd set my heart on in time for a big birthday. And I really did camp out for one night. And listened to whales breathing one morning at sunrise. But I didn't have to be very intrepid - apart from the time an Antarctic wave came over the top of my wellies - because I could retreat back to a nice warm Russian boat. Where there was cake every afternoon. I don't suppose Scott, Shackleton et al had cake!
I would so love to go back. I stood on deck as the last iceberg disappeared over the horizon and wondered if I would ever, ever see it all again.

Darlene said...

As someone who is contemplating the next several months of sub-zero temps, I am speechless. Were you at least given a hot water bottle to see you through the night? Or a gas-powered generator with a very long extension cord hooked up to a space heater?

mary said...

Foil mat the size of a postage stamp, if I remember rightly, Darlene. But you'd be all right there, you're used to it.

SmitoniusAndSonata said...

No one could ever get used to pitching their tent on an iceberg-ette ! But what an amazing adventure ... I'll try not to moan* about the snow this winter .
*so loudly .

mary said...

I think that's me finished with camping, SandS ... and did you know, that iceberg-ettes are called bergy bits. Honestly. That is the scientific term.
Although I think I was dancing on what is known as a growler.